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Neighbourhood Supa Stars Lyrics - Tha Thug Show - Slim Thug

[Chorus] X4 

Neighborhood super stars 

It's them boys with the candy sprayed on them cars 

 

[Verse 1 - Slim Thug] 

Bitch you might not know me, but in my hood I'm famous 

I fuck the baddest bitches, and hang with all the gangsters 

My slabs is the meanest, my jewelry is the best 

You think I get close free, because everyday I'm fresh 

And everybody know me, from young to the old 

Everywhere I go, they like "Thugga, boy, you cold" 

They love to see me hit the club and ball out of control 

Pop bottle after bottle till I fall out on the floor 

Surrounded by dro clouds, they be like "No smoking" 

I laugh at they bitch ass like "Ho, stop joking" 

Keep some candy on them rims, that's poking 

And every time I hit the board I leave that ho broken 

Thug Boss, bitch 

 

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[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti] 

I'm a legend in my neighborhood 

Plus I'm connected and respected off in every hood 

Chrome on chrome, twenty racks under my Cutlass hood 

You see my name in that bitch, so get that understood 

I'm an outer space star, bitch I'm up in Mars 

And if you want to talk money, I got all type of cars 

Just know I meant it, if I said it, nobody in my family got credit 

And if you got a million, I bet it 

Nigga, pockets on Freddy, broke niggas on syrup talking loud 

In the club, but them bitches don't hear them 

My jewelry too loud, my cars from overseas 

You trying to book a show, that gone cost a couple ki's 

Because bitch, I'm Yo Gotti 

 

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[Verse 3 - Nipsey Hussle] 

Yeah, long money till I flat line 

We trying to spend some cash, hit me on my bat line 

I swear rapping about my last grind 

Got me on a money marathon with no halftime 

When we hit the club, we walk past lines 

And you can come inside with us, if your ass fly 

Getting cash, I cash ride 

Beating all the competition by landslide 

Neighborhood super star in my swag high 

Take a nigga bitch, put him on standby 

And if a plaintiff ever ask me hold my hand high 

I'ma take the stand and tell a goddamn lie 

 

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